Well is it known that ambition can creep as well as soar,

by repetitions:--

Never, no never, did Nature say one thing and Wisdom say another ...
Algiers is not near; Algiers is not powerful; Algiers is not our
neighbour; Algiers is not infectious. Algiers, whatever it may be,
is an old creation; and we have good data to calculate all the
mischief to be apprehended from it. When I find Algiers transferred
to Calais, I will tell you what I think of that point--

by quick staccato utterances, such as:--

And is this example nothing? It is everything. Example is the school
of mankind, and they will learn at no other--

or

Our dignity? That is gone. I shall say no more about it. Light lie
the earth on the ashes of English pride!

I say that the eye or ear, caught by such tropes, must (if it be
critical) recognise them at once as _rhetoric_, as the spoken word
masquerading under guise of the written. Burke may pretend to be seated,
penning a letter to a worthy man who will read it in his slippers: but
actually Burke is up and pacing his library at Beaconsfield, now striding
from fire-place to window with hands clasped under his coat tails, anon
pausing to fling out an arm with some familiar accustomed gesture in a
House of Commons that knows him no more, towards a Front Bench peopled by
shades. In fine the pretence is Cicero writing to Atticus, but the style